Chapter 459: Special lottery, ancient spiritual medicine garden, revenge

Chapter 459: Special lottery, ancient spiritual medicine garden, revenge

Chapter 459: Special lottery, ancient spiritual medicine garden, revenge

The moment Nangong Yu stepped out of the forbidden area, the sky was blindingly bright, as if he were in another world.

He stood at the edge of the bloody forbidden land, with rolling dark clouds and dead silence behind him, and in front of him were dark green mountains and clear blue skies. The wind blew across his robe, bringing with it the long-lost fragrance of plants and trees, rather than the rotten smell of the forbidden land. He looked down at his palms—pale as a corpse, but truly bathed in the sun.

Nangong Yu made hand gestures with his fingertips, his face twisted and changed like water waves, and he turned into a gray-robed old man with a haggard face. He walked through the long bluestone street, and every step he took was filled with the strangeness and hesitation of not returning for a hundred years.

When he stood in front of the house in his memory, the red lacquer gate had long been replaced with black iron and dark wood, and the words "Nangong" on the lintel were replaced by "Li Mansion". A Qi-refining servant was leaning against the door and taking a nap, and was awakened by his dry branch-like palm: "Where is the previous owner of this house?"

The servant rubbed his eyes and sneered: "Are you confused, old man? The prodigal son of the Nangong family chased after the witch from the Hehuan Sect twenty years ago! After his wife gave birth to a posthumous child, she hanged herself on the beam of the ancestral hall--"

"What about the child?"

Nangong Yu never expected that his son was such a spendthrift!
"Why are you asking about this, old man?" The servant yawned. Seeing the old man's gloomy expression, and fearing to anger the monk, he lowered his voice and said, "The posthumous child is called Nangong Jue. He has a very miserable life."

He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before continuing, "That kid was born with five spiritual roots. In a place like the Nangong family, he has no talent and no backing, so he lives worse than a dog."

"If it weren't for the occasional care from the Fu family patriarch, I'm afraid they would have been eaten up long ago!" The servant pouted, "You know the morals of those Nangong family's side branches. When they see an orphan without a father or a mother, they would chew up even the bones and swallow them up."

"But that boy is really tough." The servant suddenly grinned, "A few years ago, Miss Fu Qingpei from the Fu family's side branch was trapped by a monster. He was a young cultivator at the second level of Qi training, but he rushed to save her with a broken sword and almost lost his life."

"Although Miss Fu was born out of wedlock, she was still a member of the Fu family. She was grateful and often secretly sent him elixirs to heal his injuries. After a while." The servant winked, "You know what happened. Later, the two of them invited an official matchmaker to arrange the marriage. They got married after the New Year, but something happened when Miss Fu was leaving Yunshan County."

He suddenly sighed, "The grandson of the eighth elder, Nangong Xiao, fell in love with Miss Fu's beauty and wanted to steal her away. Secondly, the Fu family was about to be promoted to a sixth-rank family, and Nangong Xiao wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to climb up the Fu family tree. Nangong Xiao relied on his grandfather's power and casually accused Nangong of stealing the family's secrets and sent him to the marble mine."

"That's a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones!" The servant lowered his voice even more, "I heard that Nangong Xiao privately instructed the mine manager to let him die 'accidentally'"

The servant suddenly stopped talking because he found that the old man's eyes had become extremely terrifying - a creepy black mist was surging in those turbid eyes.

The marble mining area is shrouded in gray-purple miasma all year round, and the jagged black rock peaks pierce the sky like the fangs of a giant beast. The surface of the mining area is covered with spider-web-like cracks, and from time to time it spews out poisonous gas with a smell of sulfur, corroding the grass and trees within a radius of 100 miles into twisted bones.

As Nangong Jue was pushed through the main mining area, he saw countless miners climbing on the rock walls like zombies.

Their ankles were tied with soul-forbidden chains, and their skin was corroded by the poisonous mist containing broken crystal ore, leaving festering sores. Whenever someone fell into the mine due to exhaustion, the supervisor would grin and sprinkle a handful of corpse powder on the body, and soon only a dry skeleton covered with rags would be left in the sizzling white smoke.

Nangong dragged the heavy black iron shackles, leaving bloodstains on the muddy ground with every step. His clothes were already tattered, revealing his back covered with whip marks, but his eyes were still as stubborn as a lone wolf.

"Hurry up, you useless bastard!" The mine supervisor behind him swung his iron whip with a fierce smile, hitting Nangong Yu hard on the back.
Nangong Yu groaned and staggered a few steps, but he clenched his teeth tightly and refused to fall down.

At the end of the mine tunnel is a bottomless chasm called the "Devil Crying Abyss". Legend has it that a foundation-building monk once fell into it and was swallowed by the darkness without even a scream.

Manager Nangong had been waiting there for a long time, with several trusted men standing behind him, each with a smile on his face that looked like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Nangong Yu, do you know why I brought you here?" The steward stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him condescendingly.

Nangong Yu raised his head, his eyes cold: "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why waste your words?"

"Hahaha!" The steward laughed loudly, his laughter echoing in the mine like the cry of a night owl. "Who do you think you are? A waste with five spiritual roots, are you worthy enough to compete with Master Xiao for a woman?"

He walked forward, grabbed Nangong Yu's hair, and forced him to look into the abyss: "A beauty like Fu Qingpei should be Master Xiao's plaything! Who do you think you are? A bastard without a father or a mother, how dare you have such wishful thinking?"

Nangong Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the anger in his chest almost burned him to ashes.

"Master Xiao said," the steward leaned close to his ear, his voice as sharp as a venomous snake's tongue, "when you die, he will take good care of Fu Qingpei and let her know what a real man is!"

Nangong Yu was shaking all over, not because of fear, but because of overwhelming hatred. He suddenly broke free from the steward's hand and roared, "You bunch of beasts!"

The steward sneered and kicked him in the chest: "You useless piece of shit, go to hell and hate him for what he has done!"

Nangong Yu stumbled back, the gravel under his feet rolling into the abyss silently. He stood on the edge of the cliff, with the abyss behind him and the grinning enemy in front of him.

"Even if I die, I won't let you have an easy life!"

He suddenly pulled out a broken talisman from his arms. It was the life-saving item that Fu Qingpei secretly gave him - a broken "Explosive Flame Talisman".

The manager's face changed drastically: "Stop him!"

But it's too late.

Nangong bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the talisman, which instantly ignited with dazzling flames. He laughed wildly, his eyes full of determination: "Let's die together!"

Just as the flaming talisman was about to explode, the miasma in the entire Devil May Cry Abyss suddenly solidified.

An withered figure had stood behind Nangong Jue at some point, his grey robe fluttering in the wind, and he gently clenched his skinny hands - the explosive talisman that was powerful enough to blow a foundation-building cultivator into dust was snuffed out in his palm like a candle flame, without even a spark.

“Purple...Purple Mansion monk?!” The hideous smile on the steward’s face froze instantly, and his pupils shrank to the size of needle tips.

Nangong Yu slowly raised his head, his face peeling off like dry bark, revealing his original appearance - a face etched with a sinister aura by the hundred-year-old forbidden land. Under his long gray hair, his eyes were filled with creepy black mist, as if connected to the Nine Nether Hell.

“Nan, Nangong Yu?!” An elderly supervisor suddenly collapsed to the ground, his teeth chattering, “Impossible… You died in the Blood Forbidden Land a hundred years ago! I saw your life plate shatter with my own eyes!”

The steward was struck by lightning when he heard this. Of course he knew this name - the former prodigy of the Nangong family, who had entered the forbidden area alone a hundred years ago in search of a chance to break through the Purple Mansion, and had never been heard from since. This stroke had long been crossed out in the family tree with cinnabar, and the soul lamp in the ancestral hall had been extinguished a hundred years ago!
"It turns out that my son was turned into a prodigal by a bunch of bastards like you." Nangong Yu's voice was very soft, but it made the rock walls of the entire mine cave fall with dust.

Pfft!Pfft!
All the supervisors suddenly slammed their knees to the ground, as if they were being crushed by an invisible mountain. The manager's forehead hit the sharp stone hard, and the blood covered his eyes but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He could only cry out: "Yu, Yu Ancestor, please understand! It was all Nangong Xiao's orders! He used the token of the Eighth Elder to force us--"

"Noisy."

Nangong Yu flicked his finger, and the steward's tongue suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist. Seeing this, the others slammed their heads against the ground frantically, and even knocked spider-web-like cracks out of the hard black rock ground.

Nangong stood at the edge of the Devil Cry Abyss, covered in blood, with the residual warmth of the Explosive Flame Talisman in his hand. He stared blankly at the gray-robed old man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and forgot to breathe for a moment.

The man's face was as haggard as a corpse, but his eyes - those eyes filled with black mist - made the Nangong blood in his body boil inexplicably, and his heart beat violently, almost bursting through his chest.

"Xiao'er, I'm sorry that you suffered because your grandfather came back late."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded.

Nangong Yu trembled all over, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He had been an orphan since childhood, and was looked down upon by the Nangong family. Even the lowest servants dared to bully him. He was used to starving, used to being called a "bastard", used to curling up in the corner of the ancestral hall in the cold winter, listening to the sounds of the banquet outside, and swallowing cold and hard steamed buns alone.

Even if his spiritual roots were detected, because he had five spiritual roots, his life in the clan was still like walking on thin ice.

When he was seven years old, he was pushed into a cold pond by Nangong Xiao and nearly drowned, but no one sought justice for him.

When he was ten years old, he was so hungry that he stole a piece of spirit cake. He was punished and made to kneel in the snow for three days and three nights, until his knees were frozen and ulcerated.

At the age of fifteen, he practiced hard, but due to his poor aptitude in the five spiritual roots, he had difficulty getting started with even the most basic techniques. He was mocked by his fellow disciples as "waste among wastes."

If it weren’t for Patriarch Fu who sent people to secretly help several times.

He had already turned into a handful of bones.

"grandfather……?"

Nangong Yu's lips trembled and his voice was almost inaudible.

The next moment, his legs went limp and he fell heavily to the ground.

The grievances, loneliness, resentment and anger that he had suffered since childhood... at this moment, it was like a flood that broke through a dam, completely destroying all his strength.

"grandfather!!!"

He could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

The cry was heart-wrenching, as if it was crying out all the pain of the past twenty years.

He clutched onto Nangong Yu's robe tightly, as if he was grabbing the only drifting wood in the world. His tears mixed with blood soaked the old man's clothes.

"Why...why did you come back now..."

He cried and trembled all over, like a child who had been abandoned for too long and finally found a home.

Nangong Yu was silent, his skinny hands gently pressing on the top of his head, and for the first time, clear pain was revealed in his eyes filled with black mist.

"Good boy... Don't worry, your grandfather will pay you back for all the humiliation you've suffered, with interest."

Nangong family, the residence of the eighth elder.

"Grandfather! Something terrible is happening!"

Nangong Xiao rushed into the inner courtyard in panic, his face as pale as paper, and fell in front of Nangong Lie, rolling and crawling.

“What are you panicking about!” Nangong Lie shouted coldly, and with a burst of purple air from his sleeves, he helped him up. “But is there any change in the mining area?”

“Yes, it’s Nangong Jue!” Nangong Xiao’s voice trembled, “That guy is not dead! News came from the mining area that an old man in a gray robe suddenly appeared and suppressed all the supervisors with just a wave of his hand!”

He swallowed and said with difficulty: "The manager said... that person called himself Nangong Yu!"

Nangong Lie's eyes flashed, but he pretended to be calm: "As expected..."

Nangong Xiao was stunned: "Grandfather already knew about this?"

"Three days ago, his soul lamp was rekindled." Nangong Lie stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a low voice, "But I didn't expect... that he had already broken through to the Purple Mansion."

“Purple Mansion?!” Nangong Xiao was struck by lightning. His legs softened and he sat down on the ground. “Then, then wouldn’t it be related to you, Grandfather…”

"What are you afraid of!" Nangong Lie snorted coldly, "We are both from the Purple Mansion, so why should I be afraid of him?"

He waved his sleeves and a ray of purple light penetrated into Nangong Xiao's body, temporarily calming his mind.

"When he entered the forbidden area alone, he was in great danger. Naturally, the clan's resources should be taken over by our lineage." Nangong Lie's eyes were grim. "As for his useless grandson..."

"Grandfather, save me!" Nangong Xiao suddenly hugged his legs and cried, "I have taken good care of Nangong Xu over the years. If he gets the upper hand, how can he spare me?!" Nangong Lie kicked him away and cursed, "Useless! I told you to leave some room for yourself, but you insisted on killing us all!"

Seeing Nangong Xiao crying with fear, he snorted coldly: "Forget it, he is my grandson after all."

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Lie suddenly put his fingers together like a sword, and a purple light pierced into Nangong Xiao's forehead!

"Ah!" Nangong Xiao screamed and his whole body twitched, but he soon discovered that the spiritual power in his body had increased by 30%!
"Grandfather, this is..."

"Temporarily stimulate your bloodline potential." Nangong Lie said coldly, "Go and activate the house protection formation, all the direct descendants gather in the main house!"

He raised his head and looked towards the mountain gate, his eyes filled with murderous intent:
"Nangong Yu...I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Let me see how powerful your Purple Palace is!"

At the same time, outside the Eighth Elder’s residence.

Nangong Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his grey robe fluttering, and black mist swirled around him, like an abyss or a prison.

Behind him, Nangong Yu stood quietly, his clothes ragged, but his back straight, his eyes no longer showing the cowardice of the past, but instead, a cold murderous intent.

"Xiao'er, are you afraid?" Nangong Yu asked calmly.

Nangong Yu shook his head, his voice hoarse but firm: "With grandfather here, the grandson has nothing to fear."

Nangong Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and gently pressed his skinny palm on his shoulder: "Good, you are worthy of being my blood!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the pressure from the Purple Mansion exploded like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, shaking the entire house protection formation violently!
“Nangong Lie! Get out here and die!!”

An angry roar, like thunder, instantly spread throughout the Eighth Elders' Mansion!
-

The residence of the Eighth Elder.

Nangong Lie's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head abruptly: "He actually dared to force his way in?!"

Nangong Xiao was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his crotch wet, and he said in a trembling voice: "Grandfather...he's coming! He's coming!!"

Nangong Lie's eyes flashed with coldness, and he waved his sleeves and shouted sternly: "All guests, listen to my orders! Follow me to meet the enemy!"

"Today, I want to see what this 'dead man' who hasn't returned for a hundred years is capable of!"

Fu Changsheng's eyes fell on the third picture, and he saw Rui Ge'er's figure appear in the Jiuyou Valley.

If he remembered correctly.

Jiuyou Valley is the site of the ancient Taiyin Sect.

After tens of thousands of years, the treasures inside had long been looted and the place became a ruin. However, every hundred years, one or two lucky monks would find the relics of Taiyin Sect in the Jiuyou Valley.

however.

This place is extremely strange.

When entering the valley, there are always a few people who disappear inexplicably:
"Why did Rui Geer run to this damn place?"

Fu Changsheng's heart tightened.

The whole scene suddenly became clear and three-dimensional, as if you were there in person.

Nine Nether Valley·Blood Jade Cave

As soon as Fu Yongrui disappeared from the forbidden area, the blood jade coffin suddenly trembled violently. The coffin lid slid open with a bang, and a thick blood mist gushed out. A skinny hand like an eagle's claw rested on the edge of the coffin, and the knuckles were covered with dark blue corpse spots.

"Ahem. Such pure dark spiritual power." Yin Kui Zhenren hunched over and crawled out of the coffin, with the smell of rotten meat entangled in his gray hair. When his purple-black lips opened and closed, half of his black tongue was exposed. "This young man's skills seem to be the style of the imperial court's secret guards."

Ripples suddenly appeared in the shadow of the cave.

Master Qiuyue walked down the stairs made of moonlight, her white Taoist robe motionless in the cold wind. Her fingertips picked up a ray of silver light, which was the remaining breath of Fu Yongrui.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Kui has good eyesight." She crushed the silver light into stardust, "This boy must be practicing the "Xuan Yin Shi Ling Jue" - one of the three unique skills of the Great Zhou Intelligence Department. However, as far as I know, the skills bestowed by the court on the Intelligence Department all have fatal flaws. Once they are cultivated to the false pill realm, this drawback will definitely appear."

When Master Qiuyue mentioned Fu Yongrui, she was obviously gritting her teeth.

If it weren’t for Fu Yongrui.

Her daughter Lin Qingxin would not die.

When her daughter brought Fu Yongrui back to Qiuyue Temple, she had a vague feeling that this boy was ominous, but Fu Yongrui had dark spiritual roots, and her daughter was in urgent need of a Taoist killer, and it was rare that her daughter fell in love with this boy at first sight.

Who could have expected.

Her momentary weakness caused Qingxin's tragedy!

"Master Qiuyue, you should have turned this boy into a puppet after you captured him. It's a pity to waste this seedling of dark spiritual roots."

While talking.

The rock wall suddenly cracked, and Master Yun stepped on the Flowing Cloud Talisman and floated out. He made a hand gesture with his right hand, and heard bangs everywhere in the cave, and then twelve bone banners flew out:
"Fortunately, I had set up the Illusion Banner in advance, otherwise the kid would have been exposed if he had used his spiritual sense to investigate."

When her scar was revealed, Master Qiuyue glared at Master Yun fiercely.

Because of the incident that had already happened, it did not happen.

but.

Fu Yongrui was also included in her kill list. If he had not appeared in Qingxin's world, Qingxin would have successfully broken through to the Golden Elixir stage twenty years ago. How could she have ended up with her soul torn apart?

She kicked the purple-robed youth huddled in the corner and said, "You are a lost dog from the Xuan Xiao Sect. You are really good at pretending to be one."

The young man's face was pale, and veins on his neck bulged: "Senior promised that as long as you lure Fu Changsheng here..."

"Of course." Master Qiuyue suddenly grabbed the back of the young man's neck, "Not only will I give you the Jade Yin Flower." Her dry hand pressed on the young man's dantian, and a wisp of black air entered his purple palace, "I will also teach you the Blood Evil Pill Formation Technique - of course, you have to be obedient and finish the rest of the play. If you dare to reveal any flaws..."

"I dare not!" The young man knelt on the ground and kowtowed, blood oozing from his teeth, "Fu Changsheng killed my father and destroyed my sect. This hatred is irreconcilable. I swear to be loyal to the three masters until death!"

The young man trembled violently, with fear and greed mixed in his eyes.

Cooperating with the three Jindan would undoubtedly be like courting disaster, but this was his quickest chance to avenge his father and the sect, and it was also the fastest possibility for him to break through to the Jindan realm. He had no other choice.

...

...

The picture is broken.

A line of text appears:

[3: The Jade Yin Flower in the Nine Nether Valley was originally prepared by Master Qiuyue for her daughter to break through the Golden Core. If you succeed in obtaining it, it will increase the success rate of condensing the Golden Core by %. In addition, there is a secret dark room in the Nine Nether Valley that leads directly to the ancient Taiyin Sect's spiritual medicine garden. After ten years, the medicine garden barrier will be reduced to the weakest, but if you are not a Nascent Soul cultivator, anyone who touches it will die! ]

After watching the real scene, Fu Changsheng was worrying about how to deal with these three Jindan, but when the text came out, his eyes lit up:
“It’s truly a stroke of genius!”

If ten years later.

If he could successfully lure Master Qiuyue and the other two into the Taiyin Sect's mysterious spiritual medicine garden, the three powerful enemies would be easily dealt with. And if he was lucky, he could also obtain the Yuyin Flower, which could increase the success rate of pill success by 30%!
Luo Haitang had hinted before that after reaching the peak of the Purple Palace, the next step was to continuously refine and compress the true liquid in the body. After it was all transformed into true essence, this was what everyone called the fake pill!

Thinking that the elixir is about to form.

Fu Changsheng was still a little excited.

[4: After your daughter dies several years later, you will successfully set up a formation to isolate the heavenly secrets]

Fu Changsheng's eyes lit up.

Once the Heavenly Secret Isolation Array is set up, the secret realm of Yunshan County can be opened. Grandmaster Yu will not have to fake his death, and Brother Rong will be able to come out of the secret realm.

[5: The newly appointed Seventh Prince Zhou Xuanming intends to appoint the next Crown Prince. Although Kang'er, the son of Ningning, has been kept in the dark, he is gifted. The old man in the palace suggests appointing Kang'er as the Crown Prince, but Zhou Xuanming feels resentful of Ningning's betrayal and intends to appoint someone else.]

[6: Your daughter Fu Yongxuan has already condensed a fourth-grade golden elixir]

"what?"

Yongxuan successfully broke through!
Fu Changsheng was delighted.

at the same time.

A familiar mechanical voice sounded in my mind:
"Ding"

"A golden elixir was born successfully among your descendants, and you won a special lottery. Would you like to redeem it?"

There are such good things.

The last special exchange was for the Dragon Blood Tree, and before that it was the [Dan Rong Wanxiang] [Qi Chong Shanhe] magic seeds, but I don’t know what it will be this time.

Fu Changsheng's thoughts landed on the panel of his sea of ​​consciousness:
"Exchange for the lottery!"

hum!
The panel vibrates.

A large amount of yellow light surged.

Followed by.

There was an extra box in his storage bag.

(End of this chapter)